Looking for inspiration as seemingly only a miracle will deliver the UK anything but a Tory government – but then that’s how it looked in 2017, when I first posted this semi-serious intervention. I don’t know what to say really. That’s why I’ll leave this to Al Pacino (again).
Polls now suggest an increased Tory majority, in spite of them having fought the worst election campaign in living memory.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me and we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of us for the next five years, or, we can fight our way back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One vote, at a time.
Now I can’t do it for you.
I’m too old.
I’m outside the hallowed “under 25” demographic that could change this election, by four years.
You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That’s, that’s part of life under late capitalism.
you only learn that when you start losing stuff. The local library, access to free education, the NHS…
Now we find ourselves supposedly further from winning than ever before, but just an inch from victory, a tiny cross that could literally change lives tomorrow.
On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that’s going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.
I’ll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.
Now I can’t make you do it.
You gotta look at the person next to you.
Look into their eyes.
Now I think you are going to see someone who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see someone
who will sacrifice themselves for this team
because they knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for them.
That’s a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That’s socialism guys.
That’s all it is.
Now, whaddya gonna do?